Thanksgiving was a bit surrealistic. The food was fine, but the atmosphere was heavy and forced. It was hard to pretend that my mother's funeral wasn't today. That and all the work involved in making the house fit for company put a strain in the air. But we survived it and here we are, the morning of the funeral.
I'm afraid. While I'm dreading seeing my mother laid out in the dress she wore to my wedding more than twenty years ago, I know it will be an improvement over the image of her gasping for breath until the struggle stopped. What's going to make me lose it is the kindness of my friends. Already I've been embarrassed at the generosity of spirit that has surrounded us in this sad time. People have sent food, fruit, flowers, and a hundred supporting messages. Today many of them will give up their chance to sleep late the morning after the holiday to make sure I get through this. In spite of the blog title, today I have slipped over the edge and straight into "overwhelmed".
I'm afraid. While I'm dreading seeing my mother laid out in the dress she wore to my wedding more than twenty years ago, I know it will be an improvement over the image of her gasping for breath until the struggle stopped. What's going to make me lose it is the kindness of my friends. Already I've been embarrassed at the generosity of spirit that has surrounded us in this sad time. People have sent food, fruit, flowers, and a hundred supporting messages. Today many of them will give up their chance to sleep late the morning after the holiday to make sure I get through this. In spite of the blog title, today I have slipped over the edge and straight into "overwhelmed".
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